Category: MATURIN

“To part is the lot of all mankind. The world is a scene of constant leave-taking, and the hands that grasp in cordial greeting today, are doomed ere long to unite for the the last time, when the quivering lips pronounce the word – ‘Farewell”
― R.M. Ballantyne

Every streetlight pole on an entire strip, had these Rodonski stickers plastered to them. Poor guy lost big time.

The largest house I’ve seen in Maturin. They say that the original owner who lived there, was the owner of all of the surrounding lands, a bit like a plantation. This land is now where my compound is on.

Beautiful palm trees line the streets.

Farmatodo’s line at their pharmacy. I can’t catch a break. Venezuelans love to line up.

Just before I saw these friendly faces, I was being harassed and taunted by some other kids for my camera, so I jumped in the car of my driver and we began to pull away. As we were leaving, we saw a long procession of people carrying drums, flags, and waving t-shirts. Turns out there was a futbol game on at the Monagas stadium and they were all headed there.